AN: I do not own Harry Potter, the books, the characters, the movies. Nothing. If I did, I would be living large.
Pairing(s): DracoxHarry
Future Warnings: Homosexual Relationships & Language.
"Please try it! For us!" George cooed, holding out a small box for Harry Potter.
A nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach told him not to, but his curiosity was strong. "What is it?" he asked, "And what does it do?"
"They're a new type of candy we made! Delicious and delectable! And it shrinks you down to the size of a marble. Is it not brilliant?" Fred chirped, a small notepad and pen in hand.
Hesitantly, Harry took the box, his shining emerald eyes dimming in brightness. "Nothing else will happen?" he asked.
"We promise." said George, lifting the lid of the box for him
Harry gulped, his hand trembling as he took the crystal-like sugary treat. Slowly, he sank his teeth into the candy, a heavy, syrupy goo in the middle. "It's great!" he said, taking two more. They waited, but nothing resulted.
"A dud?" George muttered. Disappointed, the twins exchanged glances and sighed.
Harry on the other hand was completely enjoying himself. The tangy, fruity aftertaste was gorgeous. Frothy and light. But, as time passed, he felt himself shrink in size and his memories slowly vanished.
Fred rubbed his eyes as George gaped at the sight. "Harry?" they breathed in perfect unison.
The young raven-haired boy stared up at the towering red-heads in fright. His index finger slowly lifted, pointing at the boys, his body trembling. "S-s-scar-ry!" he shrieked, "G-go awa-ay!" Harry scrambled to his feet, his heart racing.
"I think we did more than shrink him." George muttered.
"Indeed." Fred replied, bending down to catch the younger boy, "Come 'ere, Harry."
The youngster violently shook his head and ran from the Gryffindor Common Room into a hallway on the second floor. Drained of his energy, Harry sat with the box of candy in his lap. "Pretty..." he cooed, taking a piece of candy and eating it, making a chaotic mess of himself. The thick syrup stuck to his mouth and chin and his tiny, bony fingers were sticky. But he didn't mind it.
From along that very same hallway, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle marched forward side by side. Draco was first to catch sight of the small boy. Curious, he slightly askew his head. "Potter?" he muttered.
Harry looked up with eyes aglow, waving a tiny hand. "Hello, mister." he mumbled, the seemingly endless box of candy pushed aside.
The blond looked back for answers. The other two boys merely shrugged.
"I ran away from the two scary people upstairs. One tried to grab me a crush me with his arms! But I ran." Harry explained, nibbling at his fingers.
"What did the two scary people look like?" asked Draco.
Harry thought for a long moment. "Well... They're really big and had the same hair color, eye color, clothes and face."
"Weasley's." Draco scoffed, shrugging, "Oh well, lets go." As he was about to walk forward, Crabbe grabbed his shoulder.
"This could be your chance." he whispered with a hidden wink.
A loud growl tore from Draco's throat and he smacked Crabbe's hand away, muttering foul words under his breath as he walked.
"Come on, follow us." said Goyle, watching Harry grab his box of candy and follow, "So how old are you?"
Harry looked up and held out a hand, five fingers shown. "May I have something to wash my hands with?" he asked.
"Sorry, we don't have anything." replied Crabbe.
Sighing, Harry rushed over to Draco who was far up ahead. "Do you have anything I can wash my hands with, mister?" he asked, sucking at his tiny fingers.
"No." Draco snarled, beginning to walk downstairs.
Harry unconsciously followed with a cheeky smile. "But there is a napkin in your pocket." he said, pointing to Draco's front pocket.
The blond glanced down. There was in fact a napkin. But he refused to let it go. Instead he ignored the needly child and silently walked into the Great Hall.
Slowly starting to whimper, Harry sat on the carpeted floor, glumly eating his little box of sweets.
"Harry!" a voice cried.
The young boys head snapped up, his eyes meeting Fred's and George's.
Harry screamed and abruptly stood, running through the Great Hall until he found Draco. He clung to the blond, harshly sobbing.
"What are you doing here?" Draco scoffed, his gaze meeting the twins. They stopped dead in their tracks, lightly panting.
"Come 'ere, Harry. Let's leave them slimy snakes alone." murmured George.
Through his whimpers and sobs, Harry managed to choke out, "Snakes?" He looked up at Draco's uniform, spying the Slytherin crest, "Y-You're a snake?"
Draco's glowing silver eyes met Harry's teary ones. "Yes." he said, placing a hand atop the young boys head, "You cannot have him."
"Hand him over, Malfoy. He belongs to us." Fred bit out.
An eerie smile split across Draco's face. "No." he hissed, "You dare talk back to me again I will have your head. I know you did this to Potter and you will severely regret it."
The twins faces paled and they hesitantly stepped back, shifting into a hasty walking pace.
"That's what I thought." the blond growled, sitting down with the young raven in his lap, "You should eat something."
Harry shook his head and cutely tilted it to the side. "I had candy." he chirped, "The scary people gave it to me."
"So it's the candy." Draco mumbled, taking Harry's box away and stuffing it into his pocket. Unconsciously, he slowly rocked forward and backward, making Harry drowsy.
He yawned and snuggled close to Draco as he ate his lunch. And not knowing it at all, the young Gryffindor fell fast asleep.
The blond glanced down, his hand slowly running through Harry's thick, black locks of hair. He had never been so close to Harry. He loved every moment of it. He secretly loved Harry Potter from the start and regretted not making a move on him yet. He never wanted anyone to take Harry away from his sight.
"Why is Harry younger?" asked Pansy, tapping Draco on his shoulder.
The blond slowly looked up. "Weasley's." he answered, taking a bite of his sandwich.
"Turn off the noise..." Harry groaned, clamping his tiny hands over his ears.
"You have a free period after lunch, don't you?" Pansy asked Draco, "Why not take him to the Common Room to sleep?"
"Sounds like a good idea." said Draco, quickly finishing his food as the lunch period ended. Slowly carrying Harry toward the Slytherin Common Room, Draco stared down at the boy in his arms. His child like features contagious. Draco walked inside, slowly climbing to his bed, placing Harry on the thick quilts.
"I guess I can skip a class or two." he murmured, laying beside the young raven.
"Mister..." Harry drawled, turning over to face Draco, "I'm hungry..."
The blond snickered. "I told you to eat something while we were down there." he said, pulling out a brownie wrapped in a napkin, "I saved it for you."
Harry's eyes flickered with joy as he took the moist treat in his hands. As he finished, his mouth and hands were coated with melted chocolate. "Na'kin." he mumbled, sucking on his fingers.
Draco took the napkin provided and wiped Harry's mouth clean, searching for another to wipe his hands. With no luck and no other choice, he licked Harry's hands clean, listening to his shrill, squeaking giggles.
"That tickles!" he squealed, pushing Draco's head back.
A smirk occupied his face and he hugged the small Gryffindor, adoring his soft skin. "You're so cute, Potter." he mumbled, grazing his lips against Harry's hair.
The young boy smiled and stared into those mysterious silver eyes. "Mister?" he asked, grazing his fingertips against the Slytherin crest on Draco's uniform, "Please don't forget me. Please be my friend. My first friend. Pretty please, mister?"
Draco closed his eyes and held Harry tighter. "I'll never forget you." he whispered, "And of course I'll be your friend, your best friend."
"Good." Harry said with a yawn. He fisted his hands into Draco's clothing and rest his head against the blonds chest. "I love you Mr. Snake." he whispered, "Thank you for not turning me down."
Draco's eyes softened. So badly, he wanted to kiss those pink lips. So much longing hung over him. "You're welcome, Potter." he breathed, "If anything happens to you, if anyone is being mean, please tell me first."
Harry smiled. "I promise." he said.
Draco sighed. "You had your treat, get to sleep now." he said, covering the two of them.
Satisfied, Harry curled up into a small ball and closed his emerald eyes, burying his cold nose into the crook of Draco's neck. "Night." he whispered.